Backyard

[Intro: Gucci Mane & DJ Holiday]

The commission

Uh (Honorable C-Note)

What's happening? (Holiday season!)

What's happening?

Me too (Ha ha)

What's happening, shawty?

Backyard...

Ha ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Got so tough for a rainy day

Got money stashed in my momma's backyard

Got a bag of money hid away

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)

A nigga play with my money he ain't here today

The nigga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)

Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard

Been a player with the pay yeah

Started with a baby

Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm a survivor, race car driver

I'm drinking on mollies mixed with tranquilizers

I shoot at my rivals

I race for your title

I'm the African-American idol

Your bitch on powder, a good dick rider

She sucked it all night then cooked the eggs sunny-side up

Been gambling 2 days, poker money done piled up

Tote extendo clips like the police allow us

No I.O.U.s I don't fuck with them vowels

I'm sweatin backstage I'm in need of a towel (Kinky!)

Me and Lil Wayne been up 72 hours

Remember I was broke, I used to wish of a prowler

My jewels so cold that my ring drew a crowd up

I told her when she suck my dick to do the shit louder

My mouth too foul and it need to get milder

My verse is killing yours, imagination more wilder

Deep dish rim I can fit in a child

Pedophile dope, price is 14 5's

And the dope so good it'll bring you some power

50 bags of OG, I don't fuck with the sour

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Got so tough for a rainy day

Got money stashed in my momma's backyard (Holiday Season, nigga)

Got a bag of money hid away

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)

A nigga play with my money he ain't here today

The nigga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)

Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard

Been a player with the pay yeah

Started with a baby

Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

(It's Dolph!)

My bitch bad, my money long

My weed loud, my team strong

I ain't rolling up unless it's strong

My ice bright, your bitch nice

That's why I invited her to spend the night

My Glock black and my coupe too

I drive these bitches coocoo

I ain't never ever ever love these hoes

I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dope

Count six figures, take care of my folk

They say I leave a loud smell everywhere I go

Nigga fuck with Gucci I'm sending my little nigga to cut off his leg

Nigga snitch on Daddy-O, you gots to get one in the head

All of my niggas from the gutter

I love to fuck her but I don't love her

All of my niggas tote big straps, too fresh

We ain't got time for no tussling

I put that on everything I love

Rule number one, nigga, show no love

My cuz was a Crip, my plug was a Blood

Everything I got, I got it out the mud

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Got so tough for a rainy day

Got money stashed in my momma's backyard

Got a bag of money hid away

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)

A nigga play with my money he ain't here today

The nigga dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)

Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe

I got it stashed in my momma's backyard

Been a player with the pay yeah

Started with a baby

Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah

[Outro: DJ Holiday]

Holiday season!